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'Did I... did I really hear that?' — Morzer thought, pressing his ear to the door while keeping one eye on the hallway, making sure no one in the darkness of the night noticed his ridiculous pose. He swallowed hard. His narrow shoulders ached from the tension, and his breasts, hidden under the rough fabric of the shirt, quivered slightly with every breath. And that reminded him again that he was no longer Morzer the thief, the trickster, the master of the body-swapping ring, but some village girl with trembling hands and soft hips that he still couldn’t help but notice every time he moved.
The ring, which once gave him the power to slip from body to body, had turned into a curse. He only wanted to escape his pursuers and, for disguise, took the body of a laundress — but got stuck. It had been three days now that he walked in her body, in her torn tunic, feeling how the fabric pulled unpleasantly across his breasts, rubbed against his nipples, how the belt dug into his waist. And the worst part — Mara, the girl whose body he now inhabited, was still lying unconscious in his own body. Everyone knew that swapping with someone else was only possible if one returned first to their original body.
— ...and he claimed he could stop the war. Can you believe that?
Morzer had caught his own name a moment earlier, but still couldn’t understand how it connected to the politics the two were discussing — Krazus Bergold, the castle warden, and Arvel Torr, the crown’s advisor, a dry old man with long gray mustaches and a voice like parchment rustling.
— Morzer, — Krazus said, leaning back in his chair and slapping his palm on the table, — a thief, yes. He was supposed to run, yes. And I’m not surprised he managed to sneak into my chambers last night despite all the guards. But, Arvel, my dear Arvel, he was very convincing.
Cold sweat broke out on Morzer’s skin. What? Morzer? In Krazus’s chambers, saying he wanted to help end the war? But how? His body — the one that held Mara’s mind now — was lying in the catacombs at the edge of the city, where poor Mara had wandered just at the very moment he, in panic, activated the ring after drinking far too much sleeping potion.
'That’s impossible. She woke up? But...'
— Well, well, well, — came a voice from behind, making Morzer flinch. He spun around sharply, his breasts swaying under...Full story (10 200 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon